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100 Club, London
HERALDED as a garage rock all girl group bringing their twisted slumber party to town, the 100 Club’s hallowed stage is home to The Darts all the way from the USA. They’re dropping into town for the only UK date of their ambitious 16 dates in 16 days European tour.
Opening the set with My Heart is a Graveyard, there’s a tried and tested formula. It’s all thumping bass, hard rocking beats, a rockabilly guitar riff merging with a ’60s-style Farfisa organ while singer Nicole Laurenne screams over the top.
It brings to mind The Dead Weather crossed with The Cramps topped with a good dose of 1950s B-movie schlock.
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